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I GOTZ MUH HURR DID!!!

OH! and what do yall think about my attempt at a beard???

What chu durrin in these heer parts… boy?

Yay for digging out my Great Grandfather’s New Ithaca Arms Side-by-Side (Double Barrel) 16 Gauge Shotgun!  It was purchased, by my great grandfather, in 1940 from Sears & Roebuck for roughly $37 dollars lol  It still fires great and is in reeeeally good condition!!!

spaceballs-the-url:

I’ll post it up here as I finish it someday…if I finish it someday, but here’s the gist:

I. “Langsam- Allegro con fuoco”- On an exceptionally foreboding night, in a graveyard in a forest nestled in the Austrian Alps, a group of people (none of them all too acquainted with one another, a few had met before) gather for the funeral ceremony of an acquaintance.  The victim was not a well-liked man by any means and was said to have done many, many terrible things in his time.  He was also accused of such things as witchcraft, murder, and devil-worship, as well as a supposed belief in the supernatural.  All in all, many bad things that, when placed in ground as sacred as that graveyard, were sure to stir up spirits and the like.

(Langsam) Throughout the opening, the rumble of thunder can be heard as the tenorhorn plaintively decrees the eulogy, interrupted every so often by a few weeping mourners, the howl of the wind, and the increasingly bad storm.  Every time it tries to complete the eulogy, the storm gets more and more intense, until

(Allegro con fuoco) the full extent of the storm makes its way to the graveyard.  Lightning strikes all around them, trees are uprooted, the thunder shakes the ground at their feet.  Headstones explode and several earthquakes rupture the ground of the cemetery.  After what feels like forever of this, there’s a lull in which the sky seems to clear and one can almost hear the voice of angels.  At one point, the priest again tries to finish his eulogy and sermon, but things begin to heat up again.  The entire movement closes with four people having died due to falling trees and flying headstone debris, and the rest flee back towards the country path they took to get to the site to begin with.

II. (Nachtmusik: Allegro moderato)- A mourner mentions how he has a summer cottage in these woods, only a few miles down the path from where they are now and that they should all head there, since they’d never all make it back to town safely the way this storm was going.  So the remaining people all begin their march on down the path, winding its way through the Austrian countryside, the Alps casting their aged shadow down on them all.  The storm had cleared for the time being, and as they walk they can constantly hear “the call of the night”, echoing and conversing back and forth across the valley.  They can feel it in the wind that the storm is not over and as soon as they get to the cottage, they make no haste in getting inside as the wind begins to pick up violently again.

III. (Scherzo: Schattenhaft)- As the wind suddenly seemed to stop at the drop of a hat, as soon as the door was shut, there was something very quiet about the night suddenly, that you could hear your own heartbeat.  Suddenly, in the most unprecedented manner, ghosts started appearing all around the cabin.  People flocked to the windows to see such a sight!  For what feels like an endless amount of time, spirits are swooping and turning in the air all around the cabin.  Finally, they seem to have all either moved on to other parts of the woods or have just disappeared altogether, except for two ghosts; a man and a woman.

IV. (Nachtmusik: Andante amoroso)- the two spirits, long-lost lovers reunited in death, dance in their ethereal courtship.  

V. (Rondo-Finale)- the sun finally rises after what has surely been a night none of the survivors will ever forget.  Nor will they ever be able to tell anyone, lest they want to seem completely insane.

minorfour:

“Hmmm, the human appears to have left his Facebook open. You know what would be extremely clever and amusing? If I changed his status without him knowing saying that he has been hacked! Oh man, he’s gonna be sooooo confused!”

awwww Kitteh!!!!

lol I turn 24 today… i feel fucking old!!!

scttshchrs:

accent for sam

omfg… i fucking love scottish guys!!!!

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snowhitetan:

I’m so sick and tired of wanting to be skinnier, or wanting to be thinner, or wanting to be sexier, just so I can what, be better to look at for you? Get a girlfriend or boyfriend easier? Be more fashionable? Be more confident? Feel better about myself?

1. If i’m not good enough to look at for you then don’t fucking look at all. I didn’t ask you to look at me. Look all you want because i’m not changing for anybody. It’s not fucking worth it. My life, my confidence, my drive, determination, hopes and dreams, are not worth ruining just because society told you that I’m not what all men should look like, or i’m not wearing what men should be wearing. The only person that I need to look good for is me, and dammit, God gave me what I have and I should flaunt it until I fucking drop. Amen fashion.

2. If me being skinnier, or more attractive, or thinner, is what I need to do to get a girlfriend or boyfriend, then fuck that shit I’ll be single the rest of my life. Of course looks matter in a relationship because nobody wants to have sex with a trash can. But if you can’t get to know me, and my personality that i actually have grown to like just because my outer body isn’t good enough for you, then goodbye and don’t talk to me, you are not worth it.  And by it, I mean my time, my space, my thoughts.

3. Fashion has seemed to always be cut and created for skinnies. Well, if it’s gonna take a better search and some hardcore creation, i’ll find a way to be fashionable on my own terms, in my own size, by my own standards.

4. I’m done being down and upset and depressed about the amount of skin on my body. I’m so done with it. I have so much life ahead of me, I’m no longer going to let this affect me as much as it used to.  I am going to wear what I want when I want to, how I want, and where I want.  It would look better on someone who was skinnier than me? Guess what, i’m done comparing myself to other people. I am my own person.

I will eat what I want, when I want to, while still trying to be healthy.  If i’m hungry, i’m going to eat. If i’m bored and just want a snack, i’m going to eat the mother fucking snack and not beat myself up over it.  Some may consider it an unnecessary quick-fix pleasure, but there are a lot of other quick-fix pleasures that I could be doing that are much more damaging than a snack.

Why the sudden outburst? I saw a few pictures of a man who got famous for his looks, and realized, that is not for me.  Let me be known for my talent. Let me be remembered for something substantial, something universal.  If those who respect my art never know my face, then so be-it. That was never the point in the first place.

i love this :)

POPCORN FOR BREAKFAST!!! w00h00!!!

Oh hai tumblrs… yeah as usual, I can’t sleep…

Yeah CupAJoe… My favorite Coffee Shop EVER!  

Beer at The Berghoff!!!

In the Chicago Apple Store!!!  Fuck it’s Cold!!!  Now I’m Headed over to Gino’s East to get some effing pizza!  (and this foreign guy next to me is yelling at apple iPad support on the phone trying to figure out if the iPad he just bought will work in St. Martin lolz!)

Well… I graduated… lol

ugh… my friends suck… i’m giving up on them after 3 hours of trying to get up with them… (what can i say? i’m persistent…)

just got my computer to work on the school’s internet connection…  I really want it to be thankgiving break already…